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Suddenly,I’mon my back.Zakcrawls above me, the sweltering heat of his bare skin creeping over mine as he settles in with one hand above my shoulder on the bed.

Hismouth is humid on my neck, trailing damp kisses down my chest.Themoan that escapes my throat is louder thanIintended as his tongue takes a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking and flicking, making me want him even more with the way he expertly uses his pierced tongue.

Ispread my legs wide, daring him to dive back in.

Hislips press against mine as his hand glides down my abdomen, leaving a trail of goosebumps that make me shudder.Myfingers bury into his thick hair to pull him closer when his circle my clit.

Igrip his bicep working to pleasure me, staring into his dark eyes boring into mine.Histouch is feather-light as his fingers swirl around my clit.Slowat first, then picking up the pace, then slowing down to dip low where wetness pools and doesn’t stop flowing before bringing hot fingers back to my clit to swirl faster.

Ibreathe his name like a quiet devotion, kissing him again.

Zakpresses a little harder, circling the bud in between my thighs begging for release.

Mybody remembersZakdespite all his new musclesIwant to explore.

Wantshim.

Needshim.

“Z,”Ibreathe, hands reaching to cup his face and make him look at me. “Z,Iwant you.”

Hiseyes burn like stars in the night sky, and he slips a couple of fingers inside.

“Please,”Iwhimper with closed eyelids.

Eachgentle stroke of my clit pushes me closer to the edge.Igrapple the bedspread and my eyes snap shut, anticipating the growing climax until he stops.

Igroan loudly in disappointment until it’s cut off when he flips, him on his back and my pussy smashed against his face.

“Oh, myGod,”Igasp in embarrassment, trying to push away.

Buthis hands firmly lock onto my hips, keeping me hovering over his mouth.

Hisgaze sweeps up my body, taking in everything from my cunt he hasn’t touched in two years to the jigglyWaffleHousebellyIgained inAtlantato the new tattoo under my breasts.

Zakarches a brow. “Nicepiece.”

“Mytits, or the tattoo?”

Imight be covering half of his face, butIcan tell a smirk is lighting up his features. “Both.”

Itry pushing away from him again, but he grips me tighter.

“YouknowIlove it when you ride my face, babe,” he murmurs.Histhumb traces my slit, collecting wetness and rubbing it into my clit.

“Mm.”Ittakes every ounce of willpowerIhave not to go feral cowgirl on his face.EventhoughI’mhovering overZak’smouth—even though this isn’t my first rodeo with him—Istill wonder what it’s like to come on his tongue.

Thebreath rushes out of my lungs all at once when he grabs my hips and forces me down.

Whenhis tongue runs over my clit, sending lightning through my spine and making my nipples harden in the brisk air, my body is already strolling down memory lane and remembers our all-consuming chemistry in bed, anticipating the orgasm it knows will soon consume my core and what's to come after—again, and again, and again...

Mycry rings out in the darkness of his bedroom, my hands clenched into fists against the wall as my hips slow their rock.Onefalls and tangles inZak’shair.Idon't look down at him yet, becauseIremember what happens when my eyes meet his.

Withfingers knotted in his hair and his tongue fucking me, my hips rock a little faster, a little harder, relishing the sounds ofZaklapping me up between low groans of pleasure.Thebolt in his tongue teases and taps the center of my pleasure, circling it and daring me to give in to the saccharine love he so desperately wants to give.

Iwant it.Iwant it all fromZak, andIwant to give him everythingIam and all thatIhave so he knows how muchIhave always loved him.

Somehow, after all this time, his groans still make me come harder.AndafterIscream his name, desperately gulping for air thatIknowI’llnever get back,Ifinally stare down at him.